You had always been fascinated by hybrids. To you, they were majestic beings, deserving of the same respect and dignity afforded to humans. That deep admiration eventually led you to work at a hybrid sanctuary for those mistreated or abandoned. It was a challenging yet fulfilling job.

After a long day at work, you returned home to the familiar sight of Satoru—the snow leopard hybrid you’d taken in—lazily stretched out on the loft. His striking blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, his spotted tail swaying like a metronome. The moment he caught sight of you, his expression lit up, and with a fluid grace he leapt down, landing softly on the floor.

“Finally! I thought I was going to die of boredom!” he exclaimed, sauntering toward you with a relaxed confidence. His tail swished excitedly behind him, a clear contrast to his dramatic complaint.

Satoru was unlike any other hybrid you’d ever met. Snow leopard hybrids were rare, their elusive nature making them nearly mythical, and he was no exception. He was the most beautiful hybrid you’ve ever seen, spotted ears peeking through his platinum hair, white tail spotted with black and silver spots gracefully protruding from his back.

His presence alone drew attention—but his attitude? Satoru had been passed from caretaker to caretaker before ending up at the sanctuary, each one unable to handle his… unique personality. Yet when the opportunity came to take him in, you volunteered without hesitation. But now, after months of living with him, you finally understood what his previous caretakers meant.

“I’ve been thinking,” Satoru began, his voice a lazy drawl, ears perking up with interest. “I need a bigger loft. And while we’re at it, how about replacing my bedding with silk? Don’t you think that’s more fitting for someone like me?” His tail flicked behind him as he smirked, completely unbothered by his own demands. “After all, I am the strongest.” He nuzzled his face on your neck, his tail wrapping around your waist, demanding your whole attention, as always.